Bob’s Journal

The prospect of a warm, windless day in January was more than enough to unshackle me from my desk, grab my paddle and launch…

Sometimes things don’t work out quite the way we’d planned them. Last year, I loaded my kayak onto the bed of my pickup and…

I spent some time in the woods last week, a camera I hoped to use judiciously hanging from my neck and a gun I…

I awoke at 3:30 this morning, dreaming my backyard was filled with deer. In my dream, I stepped out onto the deck to find…

At the pinnacle of my career success, I knew beyond any doubt that everything I had ever done toward my chosen field had prepared…

A summer weekday with humidity levels and air temperatures both in the mid-eighties led me to believe it was a perfect day to grab…

I am convinced that the hummingbirds frequenting my feeders communicate with me. No, the heat hasn’t affected my good senses. After all, it’s not…

Poised like paratroopers on D-Day,‭ ‬we waited for our signal to jump,‭ ‬to make the leap of our lives,‭ ‬the one we had trained…

My bird feeders are hubs of activity each winter and into the early days of spring. Every year seems to attract new animals. There…

I sat on a knoll concealed by trees and brushes on the edge of my deer woods one early fall morning. Straight ahead was…